I have seen endless sunflowers under the blue sky, heard the wind on the grassland, read many stories, met many people, and experienced injustice and regret, but I only sighed after reading "The Warden". February is red, what good is Zhang Qishan? Am I not good to you? Come back with me...
I picked up the pen and put down the words, but finally had to stop. At that moment, I understood that there is no way to untie a dead knot. There is only one Buddha in the world and only one February Red...
Intention: For the first time, I wanted to bring a certain character back to life, but I found that not everything can be repeated. Some people are there, in that time and space, and if they change, they will not be who they are. In the end, I still couldn't write about another time and space, I only dared to let him live, that's all...